#[ holy shit tony. what a way to start off interactions pfft

[kapiittan-blog]

@softgenius​, x.

          He lets out a long sigh. But then, what more would he expect from Tony? “ STARK. Tu n'es pas drôle; connais ton public. Je suis un militaire, mais je suis au-dessus de ce type d'humour. ”

[elisaphoenix13]

It's Just For Charity

Quill woke up to the best thing ever. Namely that Scott was sprawled over the left half of him with his face pressed against the celestial's neck...and was that drool? Yeah, that was drool. Quill didn't care though. It didn't take away from Scott's adorableness and Quill didn't love him any less. As far as he was concerned, Scott could drool on him anytime.

Just not now. He had to get ready for work.

The station had finally given in to charity calendars. The typical half naked firemen posing for photos. They would do some with just the guys, some suggestive poses for the adults, and of course the animals. They would be borrowing some animals from the nearby shelter in the hopes that it would also help them get adopted, but Quill also planned on bringing his own. He was kind of looking forward to seeing his co-workers freak out when he didn't just show up with Flynn, but with Emir as well.

Scott made Quill promise he would bring home copies of all of the photos they took of him. No matter what ended up in the calendars.

"Babe…" Quill mutters softly and gently shakes Scott's shoulder.

"Nnn...dun' wanna have a tea party with Satan…" Scott mumbles in his sleep.

"What the fuck kind of dreams are you having?" Quill carefully wiggles his way out from under Scott, leaning down to kiss his temple as he resituates the covers over him. "If you end up going to that tea party, don't let Satan sweeten your tea with his honey alright?"

As expected, Quill didn't get a response other than another mumble and a grunt before he slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Mostly to clean off the small pool of drool that was half dry on his chest. When he got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and left the room to find Cassie walking in with an armful of folded clothes. She barely passed her father a glance on her way over to Quill and held out her burden to him.

"Here. It's your uniform. It just came out of the dryer." She says softly and Quill kisses her forehead.

"Thanks sunshine. What are you doing up this early?"

Cassie smiles. "Making sure Flynn and Emir look pretty for today."

Quill looks over at the bed and finds both animals absent from it. "They better not be wearing any bows."

"No." She rolls her eyes. "I just brushed them, put their collars on, and brushed Emir's teeth."

"He let you do that?"

"Pfft, no." She looks over at Scott when he starts mumbling in his sleep again. "What's on today?"

"A tea party with Satan apparently." Quill shoos her out of the room. "I gotta get ready now. Get out or I'll drop my towel."

Cassie flees with a very audible "eww" and Quill cackles. Of course he had no real intention to expose himself to her like that, but every once in a while he would make the "threat" just to see her make a face as she ran. She knew Quill would never actually follow through, but there had been a couple of unfortunate occasions when she walked in on one or both of them. Usually because he and Scott were doing things where they shouldn't. Like the laundry room.

Fortunately she never actually saw anything. There may have been a moan or two, but she didn't see anything below the waist. After the second time, she started knocking on all the doors. If there wasn't a door to knock on, she closed her eyes and covered her ears.

They really were trying to keep it in the bedroom. But Quill admittedly had no self control when Scott bent over.

As soon as Quill finished getting dressed, he left the room to find Emir and Flynn waiting with Cassie who was standing by the elevator. When he reached them, she held out a paper bag and a bagel with cream cheese on a paper towel.

"I packed you a lunch and here's your breakfast. It's still hot." She tells him as he takes both. "If you still have Flynn and Emir by lunchtime, I can ask Mom to portal me to the station so I can bring them their lunch."

Quill smiles. "Aww. You spoil me. Thank you." A familiar sound of crackling grabs the god's attention and he finds a portal to the fire station open beside him. "Yeah that's probably a good idea. Victor, tell Stephen I said thanks. Don't want to freak out all of Manhattan on my way to work."

Cassie hands him the rest of his things as well as the leashes, and it doesn't take much persuasion to get the animals to follow him. Flynn screeched happily as he and Emir followed Quill through the portal, and the man sighs when the kit climbs up to his shoulders. He didn't even seem fazed by the general noise of the city. Flynn was probably more excited that Quill brought him to work this time.

Emir didn't seem bothered either, but that was to be expected since he used to be with a circus. The tiger was used to loud noises.

"Hey Quill. We're just waiting for the shelt--HOLY SHIT!" Sanchez jumps when he comes around to the open door of the garage and sees Emir.

Quill smirks. "I brought Flynn. This is Emir. I saved him from that circus fire a while back and the circus itself. Figured it would make the pictures a little more interesting."

"Uhh...okay." Sanchez mumbles. "We're uhh... we're waiting on the shelter." The man says after clearing his throat.

"I'll be up in the kitchen eating my breakfast then."

Quill leads Emir to the stairs and up to the kitchen where he sits at the table after putting his lunch in the fridge. He commanded the tiger to lay down, which Emir did without complaint, and started on his bagel once Flynn jumped down to join him. After that, much of the reactions he got over Emir were about the same, and when the shelter volunteers arrived with the other animals, they had their concerns as well. Like would Emir attack or eat the animals? Attack anyone? When Quill reassured them that the tiger was safe to be around (and that he wouldn't have brought him in the first place if that was a problem), they all moved around to get everything set up.

Emir and Flynn watched patiently and with some curiosity as the equipment was put up and the garage door was opened to get some air circulating through the station. Of course Smith asked Quill if there was any worry about Flynn or Emir running off, but the god shook his head and gave him the go ahead. Flynn was honestly just happy that he got to go to work with his daddy. Emir was probably a little miffed that he was away from Scott but seemed to tolerate it. They must have known it was a rare occasion.

"Just saying it now," Quill starts. "I won't be wrestling in oil with anyone." A few people raise their eyebrows as he thinks it over and then he grins. "You know what? Forget I said that. I can get all nice and oiled up for when--"

"Jesus Christ Quill." Wolfe interrupts. "Your husband is cute. We get it."

"Don't forget fuckable."

Quill cackles when he's promptly ignored by his team and one of the photographers approaches the celestial. He was asked to remove his shirt, which he did just as a pair of women were passing by the fire house, and they audibly swooned as he pulled his shirt over his head. It didn't take Quill very long to find out why Scott had been so insecure about him taking this job in the first place. Women (and even some men) openly ogled some of the firefighters whenever the station's garage was open, but Quill knew how to deal with them. Well, if he had to interact with them at least. Most people just got their eyeful before moving on, but the small percentage that he did have to interact with, he helped with a smile and either subtly mentioned Scott or made sure his ring was on display.

If he happened to be wearing it.

It had nothing to do with his inability to commit to one person (anyone who knew Quill, knew the man was 100% obsessed with his spouse), he just didn't want it to get ruined. Things happened in fires. So instead of risking it getting dirty beyond the ability of cleaning it to like new, Quill took it on and off before and after his shifts. During shifts, and talking to passing pedestrians, he would bring up married life if he had any inkling that someone was interested.

But that was all besides the point. The firefighters all had to stay fit for their job, they were taking photos for charity, and it was a hot summer day. Shirts were probably going to come off at some point in the day. The air conditioning didn't always do a great job.

Maybe Quill should talk to Tony about that.

"Alright big guy. We'll have you go first." The man says. "We'll start with a couple of the shelter animals, and then move on to…" He glances to the side at Flynn and Emir.

"Sure."

The first animal was a kitten that looked hilariously tiny compared to the celestial and it took to him very well. The photographer had Quill hold him in one of his hands and basically took photos of the god naturally interacting with the feline. Quill was pretty sure he heard Flynn voice his disapproval over it a couple of times. He was probably jealous.

The other firemen were busy with other animals and photographers and there were also a handful that were on standby in case there was a call. They would eventually rotate with the ones getting their photos taken when their group was done, keeping the station active and ready for emergencies.

Quill was given two more animals to pose with before he was finally asked to use Flynn and Emir. A short, sharp whistle was all Flynn needed to finally run over and scramble up his pants and up to his shoulders, and Quill was pretty sure the photographer took shots of that action alone. Emir, on the other hand, took his time lumbering over to Quill. He stood next to him with a rumble that seemed to have made the photographer uneasy and Quill pat Emir's head.

"Just a little longer, then you can go back home and protect Scott." Quill says.

"The way you interact with them and how they respond to you is already plenty for the pictures." The photographer says. "So do whatever you usually do."

"I think it would freak out paying customers to see a picture of me wrestling with a tiger." Quill laughs.

"Y-You wrestle with him?"

"Sometimes."

"How are you alive?!"

"Dumb luck."

He heard a snort from Smith's general direction. He and his co-workers knew better, but not everyone had put together that Quill and Starlord were one and the same. It wasn't exactly a secret, but Quill also didn't go around boasting about who he was. At least not like when he lived in space. Back then it was just an outlaw name. Now it meant so much more.

Regardless, Quill got Flynn and Emir to pose for pictures relatively easily, and he even held the kit in one arm like a baby while Emir laid proudly in front of his feet. When they were finally done shooting with the animals, Quill sent Emir and Flynn back to their earlier corner so that he could finish up with the suggestive poses.

That took longer than the animal photos as everyone else had gotten to that point as well and were having a grand time with it. They were all too busy laughing and staying serious long enough for the photos had been a bit of a challenge, but they managed. Of course Quill had the most suggestive photos of all and that was all thanks to his and Scott's bedroom activities.

When all was said and done and Quill was finally able to pull his shirt back on, he made sure to get the photographer's attention.

"Could I get copies of all my pictures? Even the ones that don't make it to the calendars." Quill asks. "I'll pay for them."

"Uhh... sure. No problem."

"Thanks." Quill's phone starts to ring and he takes it out of his locker after walking over to it and answers it. "How was your tea with Satan?"

"What?" Scott asks in confusion.

"You were sleep talking again." Quill laughs.

Scott huffs. "Can I have my tiger back?"

"Ouch. I'm getting replaced."

"I would never...but it is lunch time and I don't want him to start eyeballing one of your coworkers...or the other animals." Scott says.

"Yeah, yeah. We just finished. Have Stephen open a portal and I'll send them through."

"Okay. Don't work too hard. I just might have a surprise for you when you get home." Scott says and Quill perks up.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Brat."

Scott snickers. "Love you too."

And with that, he hung up, and a portal opened a couple minutes later just long enough for Quill to send Flynn and Emir through. The portal got some attention from everyone, but it was brief since weird things were always happening in New York. A portal that Quill sent his animals through was clearly low on that list.

Now all he had to worry about was getting through the rest of his shift so he could find out what the fuck Scott was going to surprise him with. Something kinky he hoped.